Along about this time every year, I get really antsy and tired of winter. I love it when I can break away from my routine and do something different or unusual. So when my sister called and asked me if I wanted to go on a road trip with her, the answer was a resounding, "Yes!" So where does she take me? Six hours straight north! As we drove we talked about the noreaster forecasted for the weekend. She loves snow; I don't! Now this wasn't just a random drive. We were on our way to visit our parents in upstate New York. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, our hometown is east of Buffalo and west of Syracuse; two cities famous for their annual snowfall. In addition to that, they often have lake effect snowstorms.

The trip went very smoothly and quickly (my sister has a lead foot) until we got about one hour from our destination. Snow squall!!! I was so glad Mary was driving. I was riding shot gun and my other sister Betsy was sound asleep in the back seat. Mary was singing "Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow", and I was muttering things I will not repeat. We finally arrived and dragged our suitcases across the snow covered parking lot. I immediately called my husband to let him know we had arrived safely and asked about the weather forecast for southeastern Pennsylvania. The news was not so good: eight to ten inches of snow between ten Saturday evening tapering off by Sunday morning. Since we weren't leaving until Sunday, I figured we would be okay.

As Friday evening faded into Saturday morning, we continued to watch the weather channel. The storm seemed to take on a life all its own. It began dumping snow in places like Kentucky and Tennessee. It was moving way slower than first predicted. Then the temperatures began to drop. Now don’t get me wrong, my parents love having any of their six children visit, but a weekend is probably long enough for all of us. You see, we have an annoying habit of all talking at the same time. The odd thing is we are also pretty much able to catch enough of each conversation to glean all the family gossip.

At two in the afternoon, the weather channel called the storm a “white out” of the east coast. Words like blizzard watch and hazardous travel started popping up in the forecast. My hopes of getting back on Sunday for an evening choir rehearsal began to fade. Of course, if the storm did as predicted, everything would come to a screeching halt at home anyway! It began to look like my break away weekend was going to turn into a mini-vacation. That’s okay though, I always pack extra underwear!

There is a lesson to my story: If a relative invites you on a break away weekend, ask in which direction they plan to travel!

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